cool autumn nights
taking edge off sultry days
while sitting on deck
So intensely I loved you,
And in the heat of passion I was burned,
Like a tree caught by surprise,
By the traps of fire that devours all nature in its turn.
Slowly I won you over,
As the sun courts the day with care,
As the moon dims the warmth away,
And the sky, defeated, empties into air.
So your coldness cooled me down,
The passion faded, the light grew pale,
Leaving bruises born of emptiness,
Of uncertainty and a love that fell silent without a tale.
Every memory, a faithful witness
Of a feeling never truly lived or fed,
Hope departed, and with it Cupid fled,
Leaving only the echo… of cold silence, lost and dead.
Warmth speaks like a voice that closes your eyes,
Coldness speaks like a door that never opens again.
One wants to touch gently,
The other turns the heart into ice at night.
Warmth brings heat into someone’s hands,
Coldness makes those same hands feel like stone.
They never make peace, they never stay together,
Because one makes you feel, the other makes you feel nothing.
And when warmth appears, the cold runs away,
Because a heart cannot live in two seasons forever. ???
I went to the Co for shopping
Their food box got my brain popping.
It was a huge puzzle
great fuss and much fuzzle
to save my wrist from a chopping!
winter arrives late
in the forest
a stoat
melts
into a snowdrift
thermals rising
a brown buzzard
ground circling
silhouetted
shadowed
before slaying
darkness
descending
slowly
out of the silence
of night
a single owl
screech
hunger
haunts
each dark hour
as
the
coldness
kills
There's an echo in the crackling of the fireplace
Evanescent sparks scatter the room
I sit with biding eyes affixed to the flame
There's a coldness still
that penetrates the air and fills my lungs
I choke on it, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth
No words come out my belly ablaze
Just a quiet shiver between rattling teeth
I cling to the warmth of a coffee mug
gifted to me by my mother
Her words still afresh in my wandering mind
"Quit picking your wounds if you want them to heal"
But my hands are anxious and I needed something to feel
The sun peaks through my window pane
Slowly rising to give her kiss
As if to ease my pain
The moon shines upon me
As I lay among the snow.
The coldness feels oddly comforting,
And no further would I like to go.
Dusk has never felt so long,
And my mind has never been so light.
The icy flakes cover me like a blanket,
Tonight, I am, but a weary knight.
The frost has frozen time itself,
For there is no sight of rush,no sight of haste,
And I'm certain that now, I can rest,
I'm certain, that now, I shall rest.
When I kissed your lips this morning,
It tasted bitter and sour like a chicory,
How did sweetness flee its borders
Or has bitter seed been sown into its belly?
When I whispered love into your ear,
I found it deaf for God knows how long,
Its music no longer sways a single leg,
And its spark on your face brought no fire.
When I cuddled you close to my heart,
Your heartbeats were regularly irregular,
The coldness of your warmth froze like rime,
And the blood it pumps is laced with bile.
So love can flow like a river tumbling downhill,
That has a forward but no backward flow?
So love can be whispered with a muffled echo
That's spoken into the air and filled with silence?
All the colours have faded
Leaving me to feel so jaded
Everyone appears so fake
No joy for the soul to slake
I wonder here and there
Hoping to find something fair
A laugh or smile, not a smirk
To lift the darkness that lurks
All the colours are faded
Even you have become jaded
We no longer see the rainbow
Instead we watch from a window
We experience everything outwardly
Making us feel even more dastardly
The fog in our minds creates a haze
Our reality we live in a daze
All the colours have faded
Our hearts with coldness saddened
No light left for a glimpse of compassion
The world turns taught with tension
Each mind caught in its own prison
Our senses dead, cannot reflect like a prism
Each waiting for a catalyst event
For their lives to re-invent
By Cathrin Stuart
Don't be hide anymore behind
this shameful mask of coldness,
I start feeling your indifference;
you pull away and enter a fantasy world,
where nothing is real to human eyes:
don't hold on your ego and pretense!
This shameful mask of coldness
has kept you in dreadful darkness,
is there anybody who trusts you anymore;
even words aren't as believable as before!
Steal kisses and run away,
spend nights in stranger's arms,
conquer and use innocent girls;
never think you won't pay!
It's time you took off this mask of coldness,
it has hurt me more than the other lovers!
Pray that you don't step in hell again,
burn in torment for the lies you told me;
there's a payday for everyone who deceives,
there's a cold day that brings rain and shivers:
you did it to yourself, no pity on you, demon...
I have clipped your wings: you can't reach me!
Scream, don't ask for mercy, keep your frown,
cringe your teeth, nobody can hear you, dummy;
the mask of shameful coldness has come down:
it's my turn for revenge, why should I feel guilty?
Coldness up layers Warmth
Sanctuary, in the early light and misty dawns
balance appearing untouched by fear and
doubt that crumbles in front of us in sudden
disillusionment.
Falseness, and bareness, capture the tears of another
pronouncing love in an unfamiliar way
confronting each day with uncertainty, containing
indifference finding in time, life was never
the way we thought it to be.
Don't dismiss the truth spoken, in times of distance
and knowledgeable souls, understand words
spoken in grace.
Awareness mingles among patience, flirting in
fields of tranquility, mystical journeys, and abandoned thoughts
withdrawn from artificial stimulants astounded by fate's
recognition of banishment.
Coldness up layers warmth unrecognized and unexplained
unfamiliar mannerisms.
Copyright ? DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved)
I
Will
Stay here
Forever
In your warm embrace
When all is coldness and empty
When Yaldaboath’s throne of stars crumbles and fades away
Forever I will stay in heaven’s warmth with you, oh Christ on a throne of wisdom’s pearls
Date: 02/15/2023
Contest: Writing Challenge -F Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
How Many Syllables Workshop was used for this poem.
I am here
in a farm
in the cold
in Yaldabaoth’s charm
waiting for Christ’s arm
I am here
This is a celae poem.
chewing cubed ice chunks
eating orange cream pop cycles
drinking root beer floats
A winter comes
With nonstop rain and extreme coldness
Flood, flu and running nose
Besides the long fight of covid
Besides the long fight of political stability
Besides the long fight of bribery
A winter-like weather comes to my country
A country of equatorial climate and beauty
With no sympathy
But only as a test of faith in the nature
I believe
Doomsday will never come
As man makes up a part of the world
And His world
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